Chapter 5
by 
Burrows4
What's next?
Ask her to sing some more
"Was that you singing?" you ask. You suppose it can't hurt to be direct.
Taylor points to a guitar she has in the corner of the room. "Why? Do you want to jam some time?" she asks you.
"I don't really play anything," you admit.
"You could be a groupie then. Or work on my PR team. I'm starting a group with a couple of friends. We play on the main quad at Midnight every Wednesday."
You wonder briefly why they would hold a concert on Wednesdays, and then remember that everyone on campus is probably banging through the weekends.